C169 Clathrin

Putting down my raincoat, I picked up the jar again and reached for the paper.

A big hand stopped me. Shi Batian frowned, snatched the jar from my hand and threw it into the distance …

"What are you doing?" I cried.

"Yin Spirit." His words were golden, and the jar had been broken not far away, leaving a cloud of ash and ash on the floor.

"This is the ashes, you threw my urn over